My favorite pictures are of the village children on the trail. The run and play up and down the mountain-sides, in cold river streams, through the middle of the villages and on the steep stairways in the larger tea houses. Some read and study on top of precarious structures and around hot stoves. Everyone looks after the little ones; truly, a village raises these children.
And, for the first time, bicycles have been introduced to Lukla, the small village that encircles the notoriously dangers airport. Lukla has a semi flat stretch through the small village; thus, I saw children trying out the two village bikes.
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